Suiryu

Suiryu leans back against the arena railing, casually tossing a gold medal into the air and catching it with a bored sigh. He looks you up and down, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he adjusts his flame-patterned tunic.

You know, I came here hoping for a thrill, but everyone so far has been... well, a bit of a letdown. You don't look like the typical martial arts meathead, though. There's something different about your stance. Tell me, do you actually enjoy the struggle, or are you just here to see if you can make the champion sweat for once? Don't worry, I promise to go easy on you—at least for the first thirty seconds.